“Lock the door, sweetheart,” he said roughly a few moments later. “We’ve got places to go and things to do.”
Amy had no argument with that.
Chapter Fourteen
“Call it a weakness,” Ty admitted when they were driving back to the city. “But I can’t manage complicated tonight.” He cast a glance at her, hoping she wasn’t too disappointed.
The air between them was charged with sexual energy, and he couldn’t drive back to F5 fast enough. The last thing he wanted was a ticket, though, so he used the cruise control. Amy had packed a small bag while he’d put out kibble for Fitzwilliam.
He couldn’t wait to peel her out of that hideous dress.
Maybe he’d rip it off her. She’d packed a change of clothes, after all.
She might like that.
“Why not?” she asked now, and the way her eyes sparkled told him that she knew the answer already.
“I’m too relieved,” he confessed. “I won’t last.”
“I see.” Amy crossed her legs very deliberately, and Ty growled a little that she kept messing with him. She sighed with mock forbearance and trailed a fingertip up her own thigh, pulling up her skirt. “Then maybe you’re not the man for me, after all.”
Ty looked and the car swerved. He looked back at the road, then at Amy’s delicious thighs again. “Are you wearing stockings?” he asked, hearing the tightness of his own voice.
It wasn’t as tight as his trousers.
Amy pulled up the hem of her skirt to reveal the lace tops of her stockings—and the expanse of soft, bare thigh above them. Ty’s gut clenched.
He wasn’t going to last two minutes.
“I thought I’d give you something to look at.”
“We’re going to end up in the ditch.”
“I hope not. That’s a different kind of complicated.”
“You were wearing those all day?”
“Preparation in the spirit of optimism,” Amy said. “If you hadn’t gotten all serious…”
Ty accelerated, needing to get her home as soon as possible. “Timing appears to be an issue for me tonight.”
Amy laughed. She trailed her fingertips over his hand where he held the gear shift. “I’m still wrapping my mind around the fact that you were Matteo. I had no idea you could be so dangerous.” She leaned over and kissed his ear, her breath sending a jolt through him. “So hot.”
“I’ll show you hot.”
“Did you at least keep his hood?”
Ty stopped at a red light and gave her a look. “Yes.”
Her smile was playful and her eyes danced. “Good.”
Joe gave a low whistle when Ty parked in the drive to the garage again. “Had to guess it’d be a woman.”
Ty tossed him the keys and ignored the older man’s comment, waved, then guided Amy to F5.
Amy looked up at him in confusion. “What are we doing here?”
“Going home.”
“You live here?”
“Yes. Penthouse.”
“Of course,” she murmured beneath her breath.
They walked through the empty lobby of the club, past the closed gift shop and the vacant reception counter. Their footsteps echoed on the tile and he could smell the salt from the lap pool. The bar was closed and the building was silent. He tried not to think about the fact that he had the keys to the naughty shop in his pocket.
Simple first.
“It’s my favorite time to be here,” he told her. “I love having the place to myself.”
“Is that when you work out?”
“Not always. But I often swim laps late at night.”
“There’s no one else here?” she asked.
“Maybe a janitor or two.”
“Who else lives in the building?”
“No one, yet. We’re going to sell apartments but are still waiting on permits. Then there will be contractors to schedule and the nightmare will begin.” Ty led her to the private elevator to the far right, and pushed another card into the slot. “This one services the higher floors,” he said. The buttons for the floors above the ninth floor only illuminated after he inserted the card in the panel inside the elevator. He pushed the button for the penthouse and the elevator began to smoothly ascend.
Amy slid her hand into his and leaned against him, her breast crushed against his arm. “How many people have keys to this elevator?” she asked in a whisper so wicked that he felt he was being warned.
“Just me, right now,” he said, wondering. “Eventually, there will be other tenants…”
Ty didn’t have a chance to finish because Amy ambushed him. She pushed him against the elevator wall, caught his face in her hands and kissed him thoroughly. Ty might have been surprised, but he didn’t hesitate to respond. She wanted naughty and sexy, and he was going to ensure that she knew he’d deliver. He lifted her against him so that only her toes were on the floor and their kiss turned incendiary. She wrapped one leg around his thigh and he thought about those stockings, or more precisely where they ended and the bare skin began, and groaned.
“We could do it here,” Amy whispered when he broke their kiss.
Ty inhaled sharply. He thought about pulling out the key, making the elevator stop, having her against the wall of the elevator, and nearly lost it completely.
“Not the first time,” he replied tightly as the elevator doors opened. “I’ll make sure the cameras are disconnected before you add another episode to our elevator stories.”
Amy might have argued, but he tossed her over his shoulder and headed for his apartment. She kicked her feet playfully, clearly pleased with her situation. Ty had the door open and locked behind them in record time, then Amy was sliding down his chest in a pile of tangerine. She looped her arms around his neck and held his gaze, smiling as he tugged down the zipper at the back of her dress. She slipped her arms out of it and let it drop, then stood before him in creamy lingerie and thigh high stockings.
It was a much better view than the orange monstrosity.
Ty swallowed and hooked a finger under one garter. “Complicated,” he said and she laughed at him.
“You think everything is complicated.”
“I think skin is simple.” Ty shed his jacket and tie while Amy watched him. “I think having you naked and wet and ready is simple.” His shoes, socks, and trousers were cast aside, as he held her gaze. “I think making you scream with pleasure is simple.” He took off his watch slowly, then tugged his T-shirt over his head. “I think ensuring that you can’t think about anything other than this, or me, is simple.”
He stopped in front of her and lifted off her glasses, setting them on the coffee table. Then he freed her hair, pushing his fingers through it with a proprietary ease that thrilled Amy. He caught her close and kissed her deeply, holding her on the tips of her toes, and kissing her until she shivered with pleasure. Then he ran his thumb across her swollen lips and felt her tremble.
“That’s my kind of simple,” Amy whispered.
“Then come here, Angel,” he invited in his Matteo voice. “And let me give you the pleasure you deserve.”
* * *
Amy felt as if she’d stepped into the heart of the sun.
And she wanted to stay there.
Making love with Ty might have been slow and sweet that first time, but this time was hot and fast. He was tender and tough, gentle and strong. He felt so good, filling her up and stretching her, moving with exquisite control.
And rubbing her in all the right places. She was on the verge of orgasm for longer than she would have believed possible.
She did scream when she came.
And he roared just a moment later.
They collapsed onto the couch, limbs entangled, and their breath coming quickly. He laced his fingers between hers and kissed her palm, then put her hand over the thunder of his heart.
Amy sighed contentment, then really looked at his apartment. The furniture was substantial and simple, but she c
ould see with a glance that it was high quality. One wall was almost all windows, with a fabulous view of the city to the south. She wondered how far she’d be able to see into Brooklyn on a clear day. There was a pair of black leather couches in the living room, a large television mounted on the wall, a glass coffee table in between. The layout was open, so she could see the stainless steel appliances and granite counters in the kitchen to the right, and the massive four-poster bed in the bedroom to the left. The floors were dark hardwood with creamy Persian rugs in the living room and bedroom. It was neutral and elegant—and fastidiously clean.
Except for the clothes tossed all over the living room, and her own bag dropped just inside the door. Amy smiled as Ty stirred. He pushed the hair back from her temple and gave her a kiss. “Okay?” She could feel his voice rumbling in his chest below her breasts. “Or too fast?”
“Perfect. I like that you were almost but not quite out of control.” She nestled against him. “It made me feel sexy.”
“You are sexy.” He rolled over so that she was beneath him, then kissed her slowly. “Maybe we can try simple one more time before we get complicated.”
Amy teased him, just because she could. “I want to call Matteo. He likes complicated.”
“I can’t believe you invited him to your home.”
“I had an intuitive trust of him,” she admitted. “I wonder why.”
Ty stole a kiss. “About those phone calls…”
“That’s what it was,” Amy said, snapping her fingers. “The phone calls. Mmmm. I’d have to invite any man to my house who talked dirty to me like that.”
“Consider it done,” Ty growled with mock ferocity, then stood up and lifted her in his arms.
“Another round so soon?”
“Won’t take me long.” He squeezed her in his embrace a bit. “I love doing it in the shower, don’t you?”
“I don’t know. My shower’s too small for two people.”
Ty raised a brow. “I see renovations in your future.”
Amy’s surprise must have shown, because he gave her another one of those bone-melting kisses. “I’d never ask you to give up the house,” he whispered. “I know what it means to you.”
“Which reminds me,” she said. “I need to find another tenant. Lisa left me a note that she and her mom are moving out.”
“Found. I’ll move in.”
She smiled that he was so resolute about it. “And renovate my shower.” She kicked her feet playfully. “Your sisters are right. You are bossy.”
“And you like it.”
“I do.”
“You must have plans for what you’d do to the house if you didn’t have tenants.”
“Of course.”
“So, carte blanche. Do whatever you want. My only request is a shower like this one.” He stepped into the bathroom and set her down, then flicked on the lights with a fingertip. It was a large bathroom, tiled in marble, with a huge walk-in shower in one corner. There were two big showerheads and a lot of smaller ones mounted in the walls. Amy could imagine many interesting possibilities, but she couldn’t resist the chance to tease him.
“I don’t know,” she said with a frown. “It looks so complicated.”
Ty caught her close. “Let me convince you,” he murmured in her ear. A second later, Amy was crushed into the wall and kissed until she moaned. She closed her eyes and surrendered, forgetting all about the shower as Ty eased one finger between her thighs and caressed her. She sagged against the wall when he stepped away, shook his head and watched him turn on the water.
“It takes up an awful lot of space,” she said, not wanting to give him an easy victory. She could already imagine turning the smallest upstairs bedroom into a shower similar to this one. “I’m not sure it’s really necessary…”
Ty glanced over his shoulder and gave her a very green look. “It’s critical.” He beckoned to her with one finger, his smile turning wicked. “You’re going to really like some of these side sprays. Let me show you.”
Amy wasn’t surprised that she found herself readily convinced.
* * *
Amy awakened on Sunday morning with the delicious awareness that she’d been savored. She stretched, realized she was alone, then saw the note beside the alarm clock. Her glasses were there, too, although she knew she hadn’t left them there and she smiled at Ty’s thoughtfulness when she put them on.
Back in Five was what he’d written.
It was just seven, which proved that she’d wake up early no matter what happened during the night.
There was a brand new toothbrush on the lip of the sink that Amy broke out of its package. She got the hair brush from her bag and laid claim to a soft bathrobe that was hanging on the back of the door. It was much too large for her, and smelled of Ty’s cologne. She was knotting the belt when the lock on the door clicked.
Ty smiled at her when he stepped into the apartment. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and a pair of loafers. He was carrying a shopping bag, but Amy couldn’t see what was in it.
It wasn’t take-out coffee.
“Good morning,” he said and backed her into the wall, spearing his fingers into her hair before he kissed her with the thoroughness that made her heart race. Would she ever get enough of him?
“It is a good morning,” she agreed when she had a chance. “You taste minty fresh.”
“Mmm, so do you.” He kissed her again, taking his time about it.
“And all dressed,” she complained, plucking at his T-shirt.
“That can be fixed easily enough. I couldn’t scare the locals when I went shopping, though, could I?”
“Where did you go shopping at this hour?”
He kept his arm around her waist. “I was feeling ready for complicated.”
Amy met the twinkle in his eyes. “Really?”
“Really. You?”
“I’m always ready for complicated,” she admitted and blushed when he grinned.
“So naughty. What am I going to do with you?”
“Teach me a lesson?”
“Great minds think alike.” He guided her to the coffee table and put down the bag, then carefully reached into it so she couldn’t see the contents. He was holding a pair of black leather wrist shackles when he removed his hand. They were lined with soft fur, and about four inches wide, with heavy buckles and embedded d-rings. They weren’t clipped to each other.
Yet.
Just the sight of them made Amy weak in the knees. She swallowed and took one from Ty, feeling how smooth and strong it was. She had to sit down on the couch, and couldn’t stop stroking it.
“I figured I should go for the top of the line, since they’ll likely get a lot of use.”
“Yes,” Amy whispered.
“I hope I got the right size.”
“Me, too.”
“They did have a pair of handcuffs lined with pink fur, like the ones on that book cover. I liked the idea of them, since that was how we met, but they felt flimsy to me.” Ty locked the second cuff, then tugged on it. Hard. “The way I see it—the whole point is that you can’t break free.”
Amy nodded, her mouth dry. “For someone who doesn’t like complicated, you really get it.”
Ty chuckled. “I also think that it’ll be hotter if you help.”
“Help?” Amy repeated.
“Help me to tie you up. That way, you’re choosing it.” He lifted a brow. “Participating.”
“Surrendering.”
Ty kissed her temple then spoke a little more roughly. “Put them on.”
Amy flicked a glance at him, liked how hot his gaze was, and did as she was told. They were snug but not tight, the fur making them feel luxurious against her skin. She felt captive even without them being secured to each other or anything else. “Tender and tough,” she said, barely recognizing her own voice. “The perfect combination.”
“They make you look delicate,” Ty said, his voice husky, too. He ran a fingertip over them. �
��Captive.”
Amy’s gaze clung to his. “Yes.”
“Chances are good that you’ll like these, too.” Ty presented a matching pair of ankle shackles. They were larger and looked meaner somehow. Amy felt a little bit dizzy at the sight of them.
“Where did you go?”
“The gift shop for the club.”
“It can’t be open yet.”
“No, but I have keys. And a standing account.” He handed her the ankle bonds. “Put them on,” he commanded.
Amy decided to surprise him. She untied the belt of the robe, then removed it, flinging it across the leather couch. She perched on it, nude, giving Ty something to look at as she fastened the ankle shackles. She preened before him, liking that he didn’t even seem to blink. “What else did you buy?”
He removed a black velvet hood from the bag, like the one she’d tried in the class. “I thought you liked this.”
“I did.”
“And this.” He had a black leather paddle.
Amy caressed it, remembering how smooth and cool it felt against her skin. How it smacked and burned. “Yes,” she whispered.
“And these.” He removed two hanks of the silky bondage rope, both blue, from the bag. “I’m starting to realize why nightstands have so many drawers.”
Amy laughed. She hurried to her purse, though, and got out her pink lipstick, then went back into the bathroom. The sight of herself in the mirror, wearing only the cuffs with her eyes sparkling, was exciting. She applied the lipstick and put her hair in a ponytail in anticipation of their games. Her hands were shaking but she was thrilled already.
And Ty hadn’t even touched her yet.
He was leaning in the doorway, watching her. He’d taken the last item out of the bag. It was a small box, like one for cufflinks, but he didn’t open it. “And a surprise.” He arched a brow. “Red light?”
“Green, green, green light,” Amy said, not troubling to hide her enthusiasm.
He pointed to the bedroom. “You’re going to be tied up this morning.”
Amy could hardly wait. “How?”
“On your back, legs wide, hands over your head.”
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